She returned the kiss before he finally pulled away. The look on his face was precious, though. Daphne knew he didn't want to let go of her, and she didn't want him to, but once they were in bed, he could hold her all he wanted to and she'd certainly let him. She never fancied herself as much of a cuddler, but since she married Harry, that's all she ever wanted to do.
Once she was out of the bath and he wrapped a towel around her, Daphne let it cling to her before properly wrapping it around her body and looking at him. "You're going to freeze if you don't take those off," she said sternly, grabbing a towel from the closet just as he had done and holding it under her arm as she went to work on removing his wet clothing.
Pulling on his shirt she made him lift his arms up so she could pull it over his head, eventually letting it slop onto the wet floor. She looked at him and laughed. It was like she was undressing a little kid who fell in a big puddle, though he was a much sexier little kid. Shaking her head, she went on about her business, now removing his pants quickly before they clung to him too much. "You can do the rest she said," nodding towards the wet pair of pants around his ankles. "I'm getting in bed."
She leaned in, kissing him gently before ruffling his hair with her hands, knowing it'd stay that way since it was wet. She grinned and turned around, walking towards their bedroom. At least they wouldn't be going to bed angry. Shivering, she quickly pulled the covers back and jumped in, not wanting to freeze to death.